| Lyrics: | I've been treated for mild depression
and I've been treated for growing pains.
I've been
treated for hallucinations;
now I can see it all coming again.
Well, you can wind me up.
Yeah, you can slow me down.
You can dig a little, and you can mess me around.
But there's
one thing I should tell you, to which
you must agree:
There's no use you playing doctor to
my disease.
Said it's no use you playing doctor to my disease.
I got no cure for
this condition
that you've been causing me tonight.
Well, you put my heart in
overdrive:
hand me the bullet I must bite.
You can stir me up and you can cut me
down.
You can probe a little, push that knife around.
But there's one thing I should tell
you, to which you must agree:
It's no use you playing doctor to my disease.
Do you
have to break my engine
so you can fix it up again?
Tuned to crazy imperfection
just
to score me out of ten.
Well, you can wind me up. Yeah, you can slow me down.
You can dig
a little. Yeah, you can mess me around.
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which you
must agree:
that it's no use you playing doctor to my disease |
